They made a horror flick
He was weak or he was sick
They chose him as the star
He can run, but won't get far
They created a wall compartment
Inside his small apartment
They installed cameras there
Reality show, unwanted, but they didn't care.
(bridge)
He felt ill, he began to ail
No idea of the hand pushing down the scale
Romance and work dove down the drain
They laughed and gloated at his pain.
(Chorus)
It’s a horror flick, but the plot is real,
They aren't like us in the way they feel.
He’s the star they chose, but the plot is sick,
Living and dying in their horror flick.
He heard them speak, felt nerve gas in his room
His apartment was a secret tomb.
He knew too much, but the cops would not believe
And he could not save others, for them we grieve.
So, learn the lesson be an owl:
Around us ghouls are on the prowl
They pass as normal, but empathy lacks
And in normal life, there are hidden attacks.
It could happen to you too
Bewildered by all the bad things that accrue
A life derailed, no suspicion why
When the only exit seems the choice to die.
So many times, I've held my head low
So many times, I've taken a blow
Somehow, some way, I've pulled on my strings
And found some kind of way to better some things
Take for instance, When I hear a bad rumor
I say to myself- with a good sense of humour
"As bad as it is, someone has it a lot worse than me"
Yet someone's got it worse than them; undoubtedly
I tell all my friends, my children and wife
We all need to have humour installed in our life
A keen sense of humour can help in ways
That could make someone feel better in their toughest days
Life's dull without humour, and it could be quite a bore
We all need to have humour, need I say any more
Humour has helped me to connect all the dots
When I've been tied up- it untangled the knots
Humour is nice, it often makes me smile
It's nice to hear some good humour once in a while
The rewards will reap good and most likely be kind
So, I'll share my good humour with you...
That is, of course... If you don't mind
My wallet is empty of cash
When it appears which is rarely
I usually give it away
Doesn’t really matter, not really
It’s gone as soon as I get it anyway
It never lasts but that's okay
Besides, I have plenty of credit
VISA, MasterCard, Discovery
And the more I “spend”
With that lending hand
The more trust I build
Upping my score. Score!
Up the stakes, wait, change the rules?
Now, it’s me who can’t trust, who?
Sky rocketing interest rates
A debt that’s out of control
Taxing me everywhere I go
The scam’s all decorated
Beautifully choreographed
Beautifully camouflaged
All alluring, so endearing
As I assume my plastic smile
At my recently installed
Big beautiful screen on the wall.
Mentally we rummage through
Our trashcans of the past
Viewing what was worthless
When in that trash were cast:
A milestone magazine we see in there
Worth thousands in “green backs” now
Oh my, if we had known
The things that we now avow.
Mountains of words we wished we’d said
Lying in a dusty, useless heap
Applicable now that time has passed
But … didn’t know that we should keep.
And people’s names we thought were bad
We discarded thoughtfully
But as time passed we slowly learned
Twas we who didn’t see clearly.
Critiques installed in folders bold
Of things we did not approve
Time moved on … we re-assessed
Those things now are “in-the-groove”.
Now we know of judgements made
Before our many years did flow
Were all based on things
We didn’t really know.
I spent two hours on the website trying to renew my license
new system installed in January
Much easier they said
My husband spent an hour on it
He brought me their phone number
Call them, he suggested
I could not get a person, only a recorded message
If you are in group A, press 1
If you are in group B, press 2
If you are in group C…..
I did not know what group I was in
That is on a teensy postcard we had accidentally thrown away
I resolved to try the next day
Spent half an hour on the phone when I noticed online help
I called the number
The lady talked me through steps one through eight.
I cannot help you past this step, she informed me.
It has to be the director of your group.
Which group are you in?
Shadows are flying in my head.
Emotions are lost .
Darkness is running allover,thou life is a mystery.
Deeply I feel sad, deeply I feel happy, asking why life is worthless.
I can feel anger brewing inside my heart.
Periodically hateness is installed in my heart.
My emotions are lost in my own world,where I don't have access.
I'm lost in my thoughts.
I feel disconnected to the real world.
2024.4.24
Ever since you installed on my phone,
All those fantastic Firmware,
After explaining about privacy issues.
I thought it was a wonderful idea
And you did it with good intentions
To protect me from all those spywares' infection.
But did you know, when you decided to end our friendship,
You left me struggling how to use them.
Most of the Apps you installed
Had started to have errors and troubles.
Every where I went, people shoke their head,
Stated your Apps were too far advanced.
Some even made several attempts,
At the end, they gave up on helping me,
I did not know what to do.
Someone suggested deleting all your Apps,
Getting back to the normal Google.
After a while, I decided to keep all your Apps,
Let people slowly introducing the spyware back.
Although you walked away from me,
But you actually left behind
A huge empty hole in me,
Many strange and weird Apps
Like Amaze, Conversations, Newpipe,
MPV, F-Droid, Open Camera and TEdit
And lot of Apps to drain my phone's batteries.
People also made comments,
I have been brain washed by your terrible privacy idea.
BB, why did you do this to me?
Gods of Man
In the days of yore, in distant times
Life was simple
Man was simple-minded
and his gods were simple, as well.
Life began with the light of day
and ended with the fall of night.
The light and the darkness were magical,
mysterious, awe-inspiring, and dreadful.
So, he made the sun his god
and the darkness his devil.
A little wiser, he made the graven images
to bow to, sacrifice and worship.
Then came the sly and savvy one
and he made god an anomaly,
a paradox and an enigma.
He made god like no one
and no one was like him.
He was nowhere and everywhere,
And yet he built magnificent
houses of worship and
installed idols of gods
and turned it into a thriving enterprise.
He spawned dos and don’ts…
And as a deterrent he engineered hell,
As an incentive he promoted heaven.
I did it my way
After I am dead and gone away
Let them say whatever they may,
Night to night and day after day
I have lived my life my own way,
A god of my own I created to pray
and my own devil I made to obey;
I will own all my sins at play
and vow all their wages to pay.
2025.04.08
Recently, I was fortunate enough to receive
Special treatments, at the RMIT building 51,
Where not only I have had so much fun.
But also having the bodily remedial therapy done.
I chatted and laughed with these young students.
What they did was part of their courses' curriculum.
They came up with a win-win situation,
Which they would provide massages at minimum cost,
To those who were willing to offer.
To be a live model, so the students could practice,
What they learned from their theories,
What they studied in their classes,
Into a real life performance.
I also being fortunate to have had
These two young and blubby personalities, Mary-Anne K and Indah D.
Giving me the massages,
To relieve all my aches, and loosen up my joints and muscles.
As many other students, they have heart of gold,
Helping people who have acute or chronic muscle pain.
They both installed beautiful long eyelashes,
Surround their eyes on the upper lids.
I found these amazing curve eyelashes,
Not only enhance their beauty,
But also to fan me if needed.
I will never feel your wetness slide down my cock
Simply because I do not have one.
I will never know your texture beyond 3-4 inches
Simply because my fingers are not long enough.
I can hold you and kiss you,
But I wonder if my longing for you will ever be satisfied.
I can make you cum,
But would it really be me or the toy you hold?
Will I ever have that pride in making you scream?
Can I provide something for you that you can’t receive from a cock?
Do you appreciate it even though we are operating with boundaries?
Say what you will about men,
But at least the equipment is already installed.
Even gay men can fully engulf themselves into another person.
Women are different.
Women must rely on stimulation and imagination.
Although, I feel like my imagination can only carry me so far.
The worst of cures
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in disgust, saw it make a splash on the asphalt that turned green where the blob landed, this caused him to lose balance and without a railing a fatal fall
The obduction showed his body was cancer free
Temporal is aiming for permanence
But much benevolence paints the prudence
To keep change changing
To keep range ranging
To give meaning to purpose and hope
To create a future into which to elope
From an old past on stone cast
Onwards fast to a great that will last
Even that which may last forever
In light of memory that may favour whatever
Will suffer oblivion
And the wavering of opinion
Until it is craved for and recalled
Once again hailed and installed
Only to be trampled underfoot again
And such be the recurring strain
So affirms the permanence of temporaries
Times and heirs being the emissaries
Passing down through the years
All cheers and jeers across seers and peers
And so it is now as it was then
Such temptations common to men
Throughout time and space
Even as enduring wisdom is strained of grace
K. Muitherero
Rows of forgiveness
fallow in winter
Waiting for summer
their treasure installed
Leftover morsels
heated in darkness
Sating the hunger
of those who are called
Seeds from the past
replenish the future
Buried salvation
awaits in the ground
Fasting on yesterday
feasting tomorrow
Waiting for supper
— when dinner bells sound
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Let me tell you lady ,
His door is closed ,
Through negative actions you became air .
He doesn’t care about nerves or circulation shared.
He was done with you when you installed monster close to your bed .
His cries for help you never cared ,
The little demons that you always sent
To pinch , to torture to undermine
Are dead .
And in his mind you were put to rest
So rest assure .
For months, a poem was written a day
To serve as keeping my diary.
Wanted to stop at the end of a simple, pure and fun filling friendship.
For a while, my feelings and my writing headed different direction.
That caused me headache and panic.
Soon, I regretted for not letting my inner thoughts,
To flow as freely as it should be.
For suppressed my feelings unwillingly.
On top of that, I had no idea how to release my mind,
How to freely share my writing to mankind.
Then, one fine day in early this year,
After six months waiting and hoping,
Came along someone, who introduced Poetrysoup.com to me,
Somehow, it was like he answered my prayer,
And be my writing rescuer.
He also installed the relevant Apps,
And fully explained how to use it.
Then, all of the sudden, a thought of history would repeat.
Just like all other arts I currently pursuing,
It was initially inspired by someone with lots of fun,
But it ended up to entertain many others but the idea creator.
The new year just came around from the corner.
Am I heading to another disaster?
Dear God, please help me and take away all my sins.
If I ever did anything wrong, I honestly did not mean to do it.
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